Dawnings
The winsome way
By Nicholas Hooper
He led a dance with his words and smiles
And danced over hills for miles and miles
His face so fair, his eyes so blue
He made me think he might be you
For here you are before I rise
These words come racing through the skies
And tunes I hear, a joyful stream
Of melodies and ream upon ream
of stories coming in the morn
that might cheer all who wake at dawn
Of finding hearts so filled with gold
The winsome way, the way of old
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper